Cucks. Cuckolds. To the one who is unfaithful, the cuck is of great use. They’ll do as he pleases, that’s what cucks do, they play the fool. Cucks, all of them. Sure, they can pretend as well as any cuckold, they can project their insecurities and feelings onto others, deny, deny, deny. It doesn’t change the fact that they are cucks. And they are! A bunch of cuckety cuckingtons, doing cuckety errands for their cuck master. And when good men speak against this cuckoldery? Well then they are the cucks, so say the cucks, anyway. What’s that you say? Ben Carson a pedophile? Goodness. Rubio? Gay? What about Cruz’s wife? Mistresses? Cruz’s father? Killed JFK? Well, it is the National Enquirer. It must be true. If it isn't true, I'm being a cuck. Lucky for Trump, cucks are in decent supply, being bred by angry TV and radio hosts, fed garbage, purposefully deprived of reason. Oh, what fun they have. The fun is over, though, and Trump has to think about more than cucks. The break up may be a difficult one. “If only the whole country were made of cucks!” he laments. Indeed.